Have you ever been lucky enough to meet someone with whom you were immediate friends? Someone who has lived through many of the same experiences that you have and immediately gets you? I’ve been fortunate enough just a handful of times to have immediate friendships like these. Today, one of these special friends is here to share a small moment with us.
He Was Kind – by Cheryl
l was 21 and there was this guy.
He was nice. Really, really nice.
We worked together. He was a few years older.
He had a sweet smile and brown eyes and a trace of Boston in his voice. He didn’t mind explaining which numbers corresponded to which position on the local minor league baseball team’s box score.
It was my first official newspaper job. I was finishing up some courses so I was living at school that summer and driving 40 minutes to work in Hartford at night.
The other nights? Were filled with nothing but a little homework and Cheers and the insistent chirping of crickets in the woods behind the apartment complex.
So I decided I’d ask Paul to the movies.
Because he was kind. And cute.
He wasn’t sure if it was just a friendly thing or a Date.
It was SO a date.
We decided to go to a bar downtown on our next date. As we walked down the street on that muggy night, he took my hand.
Fingers laced, each one firmly held between another.
Not like when you’re clutching your child’s hand in a vise-like grip to prevent escape into a busy parking lot.
This was a link, two equal parts joined together because each one wanted it that way.
And for someone like me, who’d spent my entire life up until that moment without ever having had a boy reach for my hand, without ever having one like me in THAT way, who’d watched my friends go through the rites of passage of first kiss, first boyfriend and everything that comes after without experiencing one moment for myself, who’d felt unloveable and ugly and lonely, well, when he took my hand?
Suddenly, I was no longer left behind.
Please make a trip over to see Cheryl at Mommy Pants. I’ve even made you a cheat sheet of some of my favorite posts to get you started.
There’s a quality to Cheryl’s writing, a no-nonsense way about it, that is conversational and straight forward. Her word is strong and true. For a few vulnerable and honest examples, read Forgiveness, Riding with the top down, and Bullyhood.
And then there’s her maternal side that I adore. She is engaged, present, intuitive, and proactive. Her kids are gorgeous…wait, is there a word for beyond gorgeous? To see just one example of the lengths to which she sacrifices for her children, read We’re Done.
She’s also a marathon runner (!) and puts an emphasis on her health so that she can remain strong, fit, and healthy for her children. Be sure to read Fat, a moving piece on body image.
And once you’ve read those amazing posts, be sure to see her post for today, as I’m guest posting for her and sharing a story about a time when I had to put on my own “mommy pants.”